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Everybody, on the floor!
Don't be a hero.
Original air date on October 19, 2010
Watch me close.
Watch me close.
Choose the two or the three,
you lose.
Choose the queen,
win some green.
All right, fifth time's a charm.
Ah, man.
Sorry, son, you picked
the wrong one.
Hey, Dr.
Seuss, keep it down.
What? The kid is nice.
The kid is corny.
Deeks is flimflamming
the support staff.
No, no.
What I found was
an entry point to a drug ring
through a low-level thug
with a gambling problem.
And what I'm doing
sharpening my skill set.
Set the trap.
'Cause you got to captivate
the mark's eyes
and ears with what you're doing
with your mouth, but
also with your hands.
Captivate, not irritate.
I'm game.
Oh.
Money on the wood
makes the bet go good.
Money out of sight,
take a hike.
This I gotta see.
Uncle Marty throws 'em fast.
Uncle Marty here to last.
Uncle Marty?
Beyond creepy.
What you got?
Okay.
Okay.
Beginner's luck.
That's fine.
You know, I'm feeling lucky.
Double or nothing.
Doub double
double or
you want to
All right.
Let's do it.
Okay, no, no, no, no.
I'll I want in on this.
Let's see.
We have one,
two
You know what?
Just all in.
You're going to
you want to bet all that?
Because that's a lot of 20s.
All right.
Okay.
You know what? Let's do it.
Ho!
Comin' at you hard,
and I'm comin' at you fast.
Uncle Marty bringing the hurt.
Uncle Marty 'bout
to take your shirt.
What you got? Hmm?
You sure?
Oh, yes!
Oh, yes, it is.
Thank you.
Who is the loser?
Who is the loser?
But didn't
I threw it to the
Are you the loser?
How did you not know that it
You may want to try
hustling upstairs
instead of each other.
There's a situation downtown.
And I don't appreciate
you coercing Ms.
Jones
into your shenanigans.
X-ray was her idea.
Uh-huh.
Oh
All right, all right, yeah.
Yeah, joke's over.
I need the money back,
'cause obviously, everybody's
in on this but me,
which makes it
super not-awesome.
The kid is nice indeed.
What are we looking at, Eric?
Looks like a protest situation
at a Navy recruitment
center downtown.
Human barricade.
Protest just turned
into a hostage situation.
Well, here come the sharks.
Downtown hostage, and in fact,
I think that we see
the SWAT team is now
just getting into position.
What do we know about the guy
who took the hostages?
Not a guy.
A woman.
You know her?
You could say that.
The woman has just
been identified
as a Tracy Keller,
a Valley Village soccer mom.
The number of hostages
is still unclear.
Well, this is weird.
According
to the military database,
there's no Tracy Keller listed
as next of kin.
That's because
the name's an alias.
An alias for who?
My ex-wife.
We were in the CIA.
We went undercover
as husband and wife.
Anything we should know?
She's smart.
Not just good grades.
I mean, other level
intelligence.
IQ's over 140.
Mmm, not that smart.
She must have missed
the sniper awareness course.
Yeah, Nell's right.
She's putting herself at risk
of a sniper's bullet
with all that window gawking.
Almost like she's posing
for the cameras.
She seems way too hot for you.
What? I'm
I'm just saying.
You keep in touch?
No.
She retired last I heard.
That was five years ago.
Undercover agents don't retire.
They just go deeper.
You guys ever consider putting
a bell around her neck?
Many people have tried,
Mr.
Deeks.
How does she hear that?
Shh.
The question is, if she retired
five years ago, why is she using
her old alias?
Because that's a Navy
recruitment center,
and somehow she's
figured out I'm NCIS.
She's trying to contact me.
Or she's taken
a recruitment center hostage.
No.
"Tracy Keller" was her alias
only when we went undercover.
She looks like she's
running away from home.
You got this?
I'm good.
Don't take candy
from any strangers.
So, Tracy Keller.
What's her real name?
I only knew her as Tracy.
What happened between you two?
Long story.
Give me the short version.
If she wasn't central
to this case, I'd let it go,
but since she is, if there's
something I need to know
Let's just say she's
the kind of person
that chooses the mission
over her partner.
All right, well, let me
get the lay of the land,
see what I can dig up.
Maybe "Uncle Marty"
can hustle LAPD
into letting us take over.
I'll take Kensi.
Okay, cool, but I just need
to get some
of that money back that I
Never going to happen.
What do you want, Deeks?
I'm busy with a situation here.
This is Agent Callen, NCIS.
My men are already in position.
I may have some inside
information on the suspect.
At least let me
make first contact.
She's not communicating.
As soon as I get the orders,
we're going to breach.
You got ten minutes.
If you're still in there
when we breach,
I'm not responsible.
Done.
I owe you.
Yep.
What did you say to him?
Ah, there's this little rule
about not dating
the captain's daughter.
He broke it.
All over the captain's desk.
Hey.
Hey.
Tough perimeter to enforce.
Plenty of holes
if we want to get in.
No need.
Deeks came through.
The kid is nice.
Condescension noted.
It's for her protection,
not mine.
I'm still upset over her getting
the dog in the settlement.
What's the distress word?
Buddy.
I always loved that dog.
You ready, Eric?
Ready.
Nell?
I'm good.
Here we go.
Three
Two
One.
What?!
We, uh
Wait, we lost signal.
We're down, you guys.
You got 30 seconds
till they're back online again.
Camera phones in the crowd?
Too far away for anyone
to get a high-res image.
Well done, Mr.
Beal.
You, too, Ms.
Jones.
Still fashionably late, I see.
Hello, Tracy.
Callen.
You look good.
Yeah, having a shotgun
pointed at me
tends to bring out
my natural glow.
Sorry.
Had to make sure.
I haven't seen you since
Uzbekistan.
Heard you retired.
Sort of.
Did a stint with the Bureau.
Now I'm in the private sector.
So, all this
to get my attention.
Why didn't you just call, text?
Oh, texting is so last week.
And hostage situations
are all the rage?
Given my current situation,
it was the only way I knew
how to contact you.
What situation?
Whatever happened to us? Huh?
We used to be great together.
My meticulous planning,
paired with your gift
of improvisation.
We were unbeatable.
I absolutely agree.
We were great,
until you hung me out to dry.
You never let me explain.
Explain what?
It was a crappy thing
to do to your partner.
To me.
I don't quite
remember it that way.
But regardless
I need your help.
Whenever you're ready.
You have to know,
I didn't have a choice.
They're hunting me.
Who?
The United Brotherhood Party.
They chased me in here.
The white supremacists?
I'm gonna need your earwig
and your cell phone.
Don't do it, G.
Kensi, Deeks, we're blind.
Setting up the laser mic now.
Just so you know, my boss is
going to bill you for that.
I was working undercover,
trying to recoup a shipment
of stolen Spike missiles
from the Brotherhood.
The plan went awry, and now
they're trying to kill me.
Undercover for who?
Like I said, private sector.
So why don't you just
call your people,
have them bring you
in from the cold.
Because right now,
I'm not sure who I can trust.
And you think you can trust me?
I could always
trust you, Callen.
Yeah.
That's me.
Trustworthy.
I'm sorry I can't say the same.
Gonna need something
a little more tangible.
There's a warehouse
Fourth and Hill.
Dead Brotherhood member
shot twice in the chest.
That should be
tangible enough, huh?
Go.
Sam, there's a body.
Fourth and Hill.
Kensi and Deeks are on the way.
G
you trust her?
Not sure.
What happened at the warehouse?
I was following up a lead.
Next thing I knew,
bullets were flying.
Had to shoot my way out.
Used to be a better shot.
Back in the day,
they'd all be dead.
Back in the day,
I used to have a partner
I could depend on
to have my back.
So, uh, how far do you think
Callen and this Tracy lady
took their whole "pretending
to be married" thing?
I don't know,
use your imagination.
On second thought, don't.
Mm too late.
Wait, so just
out of curiosity
what happened
to your last partner?
He met an unfortunate end.
Sorry to hear that.
Go.
How many partners have you had?
Why?
You know, just wondering.
Just wondering if you're, like,
the Elizabeth
Taylor of partners.
Deeks
What?
Focus.
Well, I'm trying.
I just think I have
the right to know
if you got, like,
partner poison or
something, right?
I mean, do they call you
"Kiss of Death Kensi"
or "Bad-Luck Blye"
or I don't know
"The Widow Maker"?
Dead guy, Deeks.
See, that's-that's not funny.
Not you, you idiot.
Oh.
Hey.
Yeah, dead guy.
Well-dressed dead guy.
Reminds me more of the guy
that denied me a jet-ski loan
than a white supremacist.
That's because he's not.
He's FBI.
Yeah.
Callen, we've got a body here.
Took two center-mass, but he's
not a member of the Brotherhood.
He's FBI.
Special Agent Rick Timmons.
Okay, thanks.
They find the body?
Just like you said.
Except he wasn't a white
supremacist, he was FBI.
Agent Rick Timmons.
Tell me you didn't
know he was FBI.
I didn't know.
Not for sure.
If you want my help,
I need the truth! Now!
Three weeks ago, my ex-partner
at the FBI was killed
in a shoot-out while
investigating the Brotherhood.
And now the Bureau says
they don't have
enough evidence
to charge anyone.
What, so you're doing your own
private sector investigation?
We were partners.
Just partners?
It's been a long time since
I let anyone get that close.
Why, you don't believe me?
I saw the surveillance footage.
You weren't followed.
You don't know that for sure.
You have to help me
get out of here.
I can take you
to our safe house.
Discuss your options.
No, no, that won't work.
They'll find me there.
That's the deal,
take it or leave it.
Guess I'll leave it.
I guess I can't help you.
If I step foot outside,
they'll kill me.
Please, Callen.
Okay.
I'll stay.
Let the hostages go.
Got the
floor plans, Eric.
Thanks.
You NCIS?
Agent John White, FBI.
Sam Hanna.
FBI taking over?
No, it's a federal building,
but LAPD is already in place.
We don't want to open any
windows during the transition.
I've got a man in there.
Yeah, you want to tell me how?
Our guy worked with her once.
You missing any of your agents?
As a matter of fact
Found a body four blocks from
here with FBI credentials.
That's Agent Timmons.
His wife just had a kid.
Woman inside says she shot him
in self-defense.
Want to tell me
what this is about?
Real name's Tracy Rosetti.
Former FBI.
We're pretty sure she's
connected with an arms dealer
on the watch list
James Thomas Mason.
This is a delicate situation,
Agent Hanna.
We can't afford to screw it up.
My guy managed the
release of the hostages.
Take that kind of
screwup any day.
I'm going to suggest we breach.
I'll give you a heads up
so you can get your man out.
Appreciate it.
Who's the suit?
FBI.
G's running out of time.
That was awesome.
I wasn't even sure
it would work.
We make a good team.
You two can rest
on your laurels later.
What have you got
on the arms dealer Mason?
James Thomas Mason,
international arms dealer.
Suspected involvement in
the Tuareg rebellion in '07,
Andean diplomatic crisis in '08,
and for arming
both sides of the
Mexican drug war.
Looks like he entered the
country three days ago,
but Homeland lost his
tail shortly after.
Well, assist Homeland
in finding him.
I'm on it.
What did you find
on the Spike missiles?
Mason is rumored to be
responsible for a shipment
of Spike missiles that were
hijacked from China Lake.
It's the smallest
guided missile in the world,
but it packs a big punch.
Easy to deploy and versatile.
A gunner at a remote location
can switch targets
or abort an attack while
the missile is in flight.
Each missile uses
a computer-coded SIM card
to program targeting,
making the missiles accurate
to within inches.
In the wrong hands
Callen and Sam
getting this information?
Streaming live to
their smartphones.
There's an LAPD SWAT team
out there ready to take you out.
Can't be worse than
what's already out there.
What are they
waiting for?
Me.
I'm giving you the benefit
of the doubt, for now.
Just like old times, huh?
Me, you and
what was the name of that
mangy old dog you loved so much?
Kensi, Deeks,
shooter on the roof opposite!
Take the front!
Eric, I need a back door
out of here fast.
Buddy.
His name was Buddy.
Uh, FYI, SWAT is breaching.
Callen?
Got it.
We gotta move.
Fast.
Federal agent!
He's LAPD.
You killed a cop!
Back up!
Back up!
Back up, guys! Back up!
Take it easy
Take it easy, guys!
Guys, calm down.
Settle down.
Screw you, Deeks.
Your buddy shot one of ours.
I did not shoot this guy.
Are we good?
I'm good.
They're the
ones with the problem.
Powder burns.
Come here.
Tissue damage from perforations
of unburned grains
of gunpowder.
This guy was
shot at close range.
I was at least 50 meters
when I took the shot.
Took the shot from there.
I missed.
The shooter got away.
I didn't shoot your man, guys.
Target not acquired.
There's no one in there, sir.
What do you mean,
no one's in there?
She's gone, sir.
Thought your guy was good.
I never said that.
He thinks he's good.
He's really not.
As soon as you hear
from him, call me.
If he's still alive.
Will do.
Nice move.
You run into any resistance?
Just from her.
A little reluctant to
give up her weapons.
You sure know how to pick 'em.
She was right about one thing.
Somebody wants to take her out.
How do you want to handle it?
Like a hostile divorce hearing.
Last chance.
You either tell us everything or
we turn you over to the FBI.
I already told you everything.
I want my stuff back.
You know, for a person
with such a high IQ,
you're not being very smart.
Have it your way.
Sam, call Agent White.
Tell him where he can find her.
Wait.
The FBI was running
an undercover sting
based on a tip
that they received.
But it was bigger
than anyone realized.
The Brotherhood was trying
to buy a shipment
of stolen Spike missiles
from an arms dealer.
James Thomas Mason.
Mason acquired the Spikes,
but he didn't have
the computer-coded SIM cards
needed to activate them.
Without the SIM cards,
the Spikes are useless.
With them,
they're worth millions.
The agents running the sting
pulled some strings
to get the missing SIM cards.
Plan was to sell them to Mason
and retire with the money.
How many agents
we talking about?
At least three.
And you know this how, Tracy?
You know me.
I will stay here all night.
One of the agents
was Walter Stone.
My ex-partner.
He engineered the whole thing.
Why didn't you tell us this
Hence the ten-year rule.
Hmm?
You should always know your
partner for at least ten years
prior to marrying them.
You date me for a decade,
you deserve
my hand in marriage.
That sounds so much more like
a punishment than a reward.
Did it just slip
your mind to mention
that your FBI
boyfriend was involved
in an illegal arms deal?
Hey, I was trying
to figure things out.
I know how this looks.
I just needed time to think.
Where are the SIM cards now?
Walter had them.
I found them in a warehouse they
were using as a meeting place.
As I was leaving, I was attacked
and I had to shoot my way out.
I didn't know who to trust,
so I turned to you.
Need the names.
All night, Tracy.
Agent John White.
He was the one who shut down
the investigation
into Walter's death.
You got proof?
My word isn't
good enough for you?
White needs the SIM cards
to complete the arms deal.
Where are they, Tracy?
They're in a safe place.
They're the last bargaining
chip I have, Callen.
If White needs the SIM cards
to complete the deal,
why try to kill the one person
who knows where they are?
Assuming she's
telling the truth,
White either found
the SIM cards,
or he panicked
and tried to take her out
before she started talking.
Hey, you guys got a moment?
Little busy, Eric.
You're gonna want to see this.
I grabbed
the security footage off
a database that you guys are
better off not knowing about.
It's taken from the roof
opposite the recruitment center.
That's the LAPD sniper.
It's Agent White.
She was telling the truth.
That'd be a first.
Guys, hang on.
White doesn't know
we're on to him.
Need to draw him out.
The code cards get us White.
White get us Mason,
the arms dealer.
Mason gets us the missiles.
Let's say we buy your story.
You have proof.
Surveillance cameras.
You're going to contact White.
Tell him you have
the code cards
and you want to make a deal.
Convince him you
gave us the slip.
Done.
And then you're
going to tell us
where the cards really are.
? I've been lonely?
? For such a long, long time?
? Tryin' to find someone?
? To call my own?
? Someone with sweet
love and affection?
? To give my heart?
What is she singing?
Our wedding song.
Lee Williams and the Cymbals.
You got married
to Lee Williams and the Cymbals?
Hey,
it was a fake wedding, okay?
Getting pretty sunny out here.
You want me to, uh?
You can't put
any sunscreen on me.
How did you?
Guys, heads up.
Here comes White.
Keep your hands
where I can see 'em.
You miked?
No.
Wow.
I usually only get to frisk,
like, *** heads
and dirty hookers.
I've been going over this
whole thing in my head.
Get in the water.
Now!
There goes her mic.
Yeah, but her hotness meter
just went up,
like, a bajillion points.
Do we have a laser mic?
It wouldn't work.
Too much distortion
from the crashing waves.
Kensi, can you read 'em?
I lost the visual.
I'm moving in.
You and Timmons killed Walter
so you could keep the money.
It's an interesting theory.
Actually, Timmons was next.
You took care of that for me.
It's too bad Walter
never told you
where we were meeting Mason.
You could have retired
in comfort.
Where are the damn codes?
Federal agent!
No!
What the hell, Tracy?
He killed an FBI agent
and a cop.
World's a better place.
I disarmed him.
There was no threat.
Walter said he always carried
a backup in an ankle holster.
You can believe what you want,
but he was going for that gun.
You're wrong.
With White dead, there goes our
meeting with the arms dealer.
Maybe not.
Here.
San Pedro, container yard, 3:00.
We've got an hour
if you want to recover
those missiles before they
figure out how to use them
on some federal building.
We better hurry.
Now that's the man I married.
What do you have in mind?
We go in as
Walter and Tracy.
How do we know
Mason hasn't already seen
these guys?
Walter said Mason was
unpredictable.
He didn't trust anyone.
Identity was a concern,
so they handled all
communication electronically.
It's a risk we're going
to have to take.
Works for me.
Not you.
Just like old times.
The service road from the south
is the likeliest entry point.
It runs parallel
through the entire property.
Okay.
Fanning out
from the east is
gonna give us the best shot
to cover the yard.
Hmm.
It's a maze.
A lot of pockets to cover,
but it's possible.
It's fully operational.
Testing.
Testing.
Care to help a girl out?
The coded SIM cards
to arm the missiles
were where Tracy said
they would be.
Impressive.
Now we just have to keep them
out of Mason's hands.
Can I talk to you for a second?
Is he gonna be okay?
You worry about Deeks.
G's cool.
What?
I'm cool, too.
I appreciate you
trusting me back there.
That's what partners do.
I never stopped caring.
I tried to reach you.
You never let me explain.
You made it pretty clear
where your head
and your heart were at.
I was young
ambitious.
I made a mistake.
One that I regret.
It doesn't matter anymore.
Remember when we used to talk
about getting away from it all?
Just you and me on
some remote island
Buddy hated the beach.
Mason knows his stuff
restricted airspace,
no surveillance
it's a virtual blind spot.
Be sure to have some heavy-duty
muscle backing him up.
He'll want to verify
the codes work.
Which means the missiles will
probably be someplace close.
Nobody makes a move until
we've confirmed he's got them.
We good?
Let's go, Tracy.
How we looking, Sam?
Lot of blind spots.
Gonna have to reposition
to get a line of sight.
Kensi, Deeks, see if you can get
a bead on those Spike missiles.
Roger that.
Heads up.
We have company.
Expecting trouble?
You're the one who brought
the backup.
Yeah, well, you never know who
you can trust these days.
Still, it never
ceases to amaze me
that when meeting an arms
dealer, people invariably
bring arms.
James Thomas Mason.
Agent White not
joining us, then?
He's tying up a few
loose ends at the Bureau.
We have the SIM cards.
Down to business.
I like that.
May I?
I'd like to, uh
kick the tires, so to speak,
if you don't mind.
Be my guest.
Cheers.
The money transfer?
Easy.
A bunch of blinking lights
doesn't mean this
thing actually works.
Give me a minute to find out.
Nice coveralls.
Psst.
Yo, Johnny!
I gotta show you this card trick
that Charlie just showed me.
Ain't no Johnny here, man.
Ah, he's supposed to be here.
Anyway, I'll show you anyway,
'cause it's amazing.
Federal agent.
Shut it down.
Shut it down.
Put your hands
behind your head.
Sam, we've got the missiles.
Okay, Kensi, stand by.
I want to give
this a real test.
Sam, what's going on?
I'm okay.
Hold your position.
You see that?
The container on either side
are barely charred.
The target's vaporized.
You happy?
Would you like to do another
million-dollar test?
Quite happy.
I do hope
Agent White is able
to tie up his loose ends.
Here you go.
Money transferred
to the agreed account.
Pleasure doing
business with you.
Likewise.
You two make a cute couple.
Oh, uh let's just try
one more, shall we?
I switched out the
SIM card for fake ones.
Oh, dear.
There seems to be a malfunction.
I'm disappointed.
Federal agent!
Federal agent!
Stop the car!
Tires or driver?
Tires.
Out of the car!
Put your hands
behind your back!
So, what happens now?
We try and recover the money.
Offshore account.
Good luck with that.
You have to let me walk away.
You know I can't do that.
Come on.
You got the missiles.
I got closure.
Not a bad settlement.
I let you walk out
of my life once.
You owe me.
Can't wait to hear Hetty's
debriefing on this one.
Never vacationed
in the Caymans.
Always working.
Working now?
Afraid so.
How?
White's cell phone.
The one you took off his body.
We dusted it for prints.
White's weren't
on 'em, yours were.
You switched them.
We've been tracking you
since you left the scene.
Just needed enough time
for you to clear the cash.
You know
I never did apologize
for what happened.
Forget about it.
When we tripped that alarm
and you offered to hold
the guards off, I thought
we were on the same page.
So did I.
Why do you think
I searched for you?
I went in worried you were dead.
Imagine my surprise to find you
at the safe house, sipping tea.
We both knew that
that mission was bigger
than either one of us.
Not for me, it wasn't.
I never would have left you.
It was the only way.
No, there's always another way.
Well, I guess that's the
difference between you and me.
You know
we could start over.
My real name is
Rosetti.
Nice boat.
You didn't think
I'd keep my partner
from a free trip to
the Cayman Islands, did you?